You could find a good doctor, Logan added.
If nothing else, he'd check out this Logan guy this evening and see whatever it was Rhyn wanted him to see.
You could drop Molly and me off at Logan airport for the ten o'clock flight to California, be in Philadelphia by early evening, and fly out to join us the next morning.
More depressing news filled the paper; a drive-by shooting in Dorchester, a knifing at a Boston bus stop and a baby abandoned in a rest room at Logan Airport.
I'd passed over the story of an abandoned infant in a Logan Airport rest room.
If, as I was convinced, Grasso had gone to Logan, he too probably embarked from that facility.
It was in long term parking at Logan just as you guessed.
"Logan won't take this well," he said, referring to her boyfriend of almost two years.
"I also regret you choosing Logan over me," he said, rising.
He'd never liked Logan, but he'd never say it directly.
Logan picked up on the third ring.
You know, Logan, maybe he likes me enough to want to help me.
"Sorry, Logan," she told the shirt.
"One of them might be targeting Logan Myers," Rhyn said.
Gabe had never heard of Logan Myers and didn't know what connection he might have, considering he had no living relatives or friends, aside from Rhyn and Katie.
It'd be hard to spot the shape-shifter demon posing as Logan with his face shredded.
Logan was an accountant, not a security guard, yet he barricaded the doors with furniture before bed in case there were criminals wandering the beach.
"This is getting old, Logan," she said with a sigh.
Just one: not dumping Logan before coming to the beach this weekend.
She flew directly to Boston on Friday and I met her at Logan Airport at six.
I dropped my women off at the terminal entrance of Logan Airport, amid kisses and a promise to see them in twenty-four hours.
I'm trying to wrap up everything as fast as I can, Logan said.
He hasn't done anything for you in a while, Logan suggested.
Logan hated it, but she loved it.
He'd wanted to tell her not to go to the beach with Logan, to spend the weekend with him instead of some stupid human that had no idea how to appreciate a woman like her.
"When do you need Logan taken care of?" he asked.
Logan Myers had been dead for a couple of days at least.
Puzzled, restless, he returned and crouched beside Logan Myers.
At under six feet tall, Logan was still almost half a foot taller than she was.
"No, Dee," Logan sighed.
Some reminder of past-Death, a sign she cared for him, a hint at the connection between this Logan and the woman Gabriel knew.
If there is a Logan still?
Unlike Logan, this man wouldn't hesitate or complain about holding her on the days when the pain was too much.
He came back to search the body of Logan Myers and figure out what it was that Rhyn wanted him to know.
She shook her head and focused on her phone again, willing Logan to return one of her dozens of calls or texts.
Deidre tried to call Logan again.
"Oh, god, Logan," she breathed, eyes watering.
She'd gotten Logan killed by dragging him to the ocean.
It was entirely her fault Logan was dead.
"Logan?" she whispered, shocked to see the man she'd thought was dead standing in front of her.
"Omigod, Logan!" she all but screamed.
"I didn't understand any of that," Logan said but returned her hug.
Logan, I saw a body on the beach.
Look, Logan, I don't care why you left me at the beach house.
What was Logan doing with a disassembled skeleton in the bath tub?
Logan was in the living room.
Logan, I slept with someone else.
Logan, I think he killed someone.
"Oh, Logan," she breathed then rushed on.
Logan rose quickly as she started down the hallway.
The instincts she'd ignored at seeing Logan alive grew louder.
Logan and Jared were in front of the television, talking about the basketball game.
Jared scrambled out of the way, but Logan wasn't so lucky.
Deidre's boyfriend, Logan, cost Darkyn two of the valuable shape-shifting demons.
She'd break up with Logan and die in three months.
Logan did break up with me.
Dying didn't send you scrambling to my door but Logan did?
Even though she'd seen Logan in her apartment, before Gabriel chopped him down.
She wasn't sure what she sought; maybe something that convinced her it wasn't Logan she saw.
"Logan didn't leave me," she said slowly.
Either Gabriel killed him here, or he killed Logan in her apartment.
But if he hadn't killed Logan that night, what was he doing hanging around a dead body?
Martha would drive Howie to Boston's Logan Airport for his flight back to California while Quinn would remain to pack up his equipment before leaving later for a hundred mile drive to their home in nearby Peabody, Mass.